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e y e p l e a s u r e s

I noticed how much writing there was, most of it boring ramblings of Chantel, I decided to break up the situation with a mess of pictures I took today.

good things are worth searching for

You seem to be only but a fragment of my imagination
I can't seem to find you since that day, only on tuesdays at around 11am
sitting next to tinkerbell
and sometimes working in the LA building at the peace core table.

being so polite talking to hippsters.

you, in your greek fisher men's hat, 
how you caught my eye across the library courtyard
how you sat in my spot, holding your coffee between both hands
staring off into the landscape, you where looking for your destiny, you where looking for me.
I was looking for you. On that cloudy morning.

the way you where taken back by my compliment
how you looked up not expecting me there.
not expecting anyone to speak to you
your eyes where bright and the sparks where ricocheting off you and into me.
how your clothes where so fashionable, yet so low key, the leather boots, nice jeans and messenger bag
that was most likely organized.

how I regret not sitting down with you
talking with you about the feeling after a rich tragic movie
about the mystery novels you most likely read and journals of hopeless romantics and sailors.
but for some reason that glimpse of you was just enough, the eye contact we made after the daring move I made to say
"nice hat" and the ironic path I chose to take, because I too was wearing that hat, and we looked awfully perfect in that moment.


I hope to see you again.
I'm looking for you, I want to know who you are.
If any of you know this mysterious man who wears a greek fisher man's hat every day usually in black but sometimes in grey, dark hair, dark eyes, beard, about 6'3 normal body type, attends UVU, has only been seen in the LA building, possibly a volunteer at the peace core. Please lead him to this blog.

GirlPersons talk about: Dreams for the future

Chantel: Rachel, I just want to quit my job and move to a wooden house on the cliffs in Oregon with a man that has a beard and is a bit chubby and warm and kisses me a lot and we don't have to work we just get money from his rich parents so we can read and be in love all day. Is that too much to ask?

Rachel: No, it's really not. Is it too much to ask if you and your husband would throw dinner parties? Because sometimes when my husband is not out on his fishing yacht him and I will be in our get away house also in Oregon and we like dinner parties with old friends. Our husbands could compare beards and you and I could write blogs and books and paint together.

C: Rachel, I don't think that's too much at all. And our husbands would be really good cooks and know all about wine and become best friends. Our dinner parties would be understated and so beautiful with amazing food and just the coolest people. But not fake cool, actual cool.

R: Maybe I'll even pop out a little one who would be very obedient and laughs a lot and you can knit him fashionable cardigans that you retail on Etsy for $90.

C:And I'll have a beautiful curly haired girl that will love wearing suspenders at a young age and will love Daniel Day Lewis as I do.

R:Exactly. You know how to have a good life. And you and your husband could come sail with us around Alaska on our boat for Spring vacations and go to Canada.

C: And I can knit us all big fisherman's sweaters and you and I will have chairs that my husband builds for us on the deck to sit and talk and read and write in.

R: I want my husband to drive a fancy Subaru and own a chocolate lab.

C: I am going to be friends with lots of musicians so my kid will grow up with people singing all the time and she'll write songs and put on concerts for us at our dinner parties!

things that made my day good.

"I'll have a beautiful curly haired girl that will love wearing suspenders at a young age and will love Daniel Day Lewis as I do."-Chantel 

Joanna Newsom

July 17th 1950 

Syvlia Plath

"A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self assurance like soothing lanolin. I was sitting out on the steps today, uneasy with fear and discontent, Peter,(the little boy across the street) with the pointed pale face, the grave blue eyes and the slow fragile smile came bringing his adorable sister Libby of the flaxen braids and the firm, lyrically- formed child-body. They stood shyly for a little, and then Peter picked a white petunia and put it in my hair. Thus began an enchanting game, where I sat very still, while Libby ran to and fro gathering petunias, and Peter stood by my side, arranging the blossoms. I closed my eyes to feel more keenly the lovely delicate-child-hands, gently tucking flower after flower into my curls. "And now a white one," the lisp was soft and tender. Pink, crimson, scarlet, white... the faint pungent odor of the petunias was hushed and sweet. and all my hurts where soothed away. Something about the frank, guileless blue eyes, the beautiful young bodies, the brief scent of the dying flowers smote me like the clean quick cut of a knife. And the blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain." 

this grounds not mine, to walk upon. -Bright Eyes

Bill Callahan

Shhhhh. Shhhhhhhhhh. Just. . .shhhhh. Had a rough day? Lie down on your bed and just listen to this.






This is my personal favorite. The first time I heard this song I couldn't believe his voice, so deep and sexy.

S t u f f I b o u g h t t o d a y. . .

Took a trip to Savers to cure my Monday blues.. Here is what I found. 

Thanks to Savers brilliant placement of price stickers, I ruined this lid with GooGone (notice toilet paper stuck to lid) 

 

This plaid shirt.

Here are some of my favorite things I have acquired from savers over the past few months.. 

Just wanted to share this with you all.

My brother, my mom, and I were in the living room, and my brother was playing Wii Fit Plus. He sat down, frustrated. My mom said, "What's wrong?"

My brother, playing a video game designed to make you exercise, said "There's nothing I can do sitting on my ass!"

The Smoking Section

Rachel and i are students at a local university, and just outside the library is a smoking section, with some round cement things for people to sit and smoke and do other smoking-related activities on. Needless to say, we always see interesting things happening. I have decided that we are going to begin a new project: Operation Smoking Section. We are going to learn as much as we can about the smokers that comprise this section of the university, and post our findings here. Starting with today:

Rachel and I were sitting outside, chatting about stuff, and I looked over and saw someone in the smoking section wearing plastic gloves. I was kind of freaked out, but didn't know what he was doing, so I pointed it out to Rachel and then we went back to our conversation. A few minutes later, Rachel looked back over, and exclaimed, "Is he piercing that girls ear?" You better believe he was. Piercing ears. In the smoking section. Makes sense, doesn't it?

More later.

Andrew Rose Gregory

You guys have probably all seen this video:

It's a classic. Seriously.

But this guy, Andrew Rose Gregory, is a member of Autotune The News (with his brothers), and he makes his own music that I LOVE! Here are a few of his videos.



In this next one you'll recognize the other two guys as the news casters in the Bed Intruder video.



This is one of my favorites. "Go back to your home! I don't want you anymore!"

d a y in t h e r a i n. . .

the rain splatters

the shocking droplets on my cheeks

on my eyelids

my bare feet

toes weaving into the sinking grass 

frozen, they sink

planted into the earth

bathed by mother nature

noticing the smell of my hair 

the sounds hit the pavement 

cars, slicking by 

thunder gracing the sky

my hair shapes to its natural form 

the tips of my fingers harden

it calms.

children playfully scream in the street

train whistles,

the cool emptiness of the house.

the warm tones of the lamp bounce off the wall and into my soul.

It makes me aware of my soaking condition

the heaviness of my jeans

&the softness of my skin 

the warm tones of the lamp bounce off the wall and into my soul.

It makes me aware of my soaking condition

the heaviness of my jeans

&the softness of my skin 

it's times like these when I realize I live in the most beautiful place in the world. 

Tattoo Inspiration

"An ex-girlfriend once got upset when I told her that music is the most important thing in my life. It’s more important than anyone else could ever be. I don’t want to be overly dramatic and say it’s the only thing that gets me up and keeps me going. But people in your life come and go. As you go through your life, you make friendships, you break friendships, you have relationships. Music is the one thing I’ve always been able to rely on. So why wouldn’t it be the most important thing in my life?"

-Ben Gibbard

I absolutely love this quote. Not just because Ben Gibbard said it, but because it's absolutely true about my life. Fore the last eight years of me life, I have help music above everything else in my life. It is my deity, it is my coffee in the morning, my sleeping pill at night, a best friend I can talk to at any time, a boyfriend I need to tell me everything is okay and that I am beautiful, a teacher, a doctor, and a therapist, all in one.

People are so fickle. Now, don't get me wrong, I have an incredible family, and a few best friends my life would be difficult without, but like Ben says, people come and go, and relationships fall apart. My relationship with the music I listen to has never been rocky; I've never been unsure of where I stand with music. It is always there, always present, and always helpful.

I remember once when Rachel (the other GirlPerson) was feeling down, I told her to put on her favorite record, open up her windows, and listen to the rain and that it would all be okay. It always works for me! Try it next time you're sad and just want to forget about everything.

First Aid Kit

I am a total sucker for the Swedes. Their accents, their little faces, their music, their movies, their sweater and shoes, everything about them. I think I was separated from Sweden at birth. It's actually my twin sister.

Anyway, about a year ago my cousin Margaret posted this video on her Facebook and I watched it and I fell in love with First Aid Kit. They're these cute little sisters from Sweden and they make the most amazing music. I really love it.




And aren't those trees in the background just to DIE FOR. I love trees too. More on that later.

-Chantel

I would wear these to school.

Straight up.

B o o k C l u b

This weekend I recently finished "Portrait Of An Addict As A Young Man". 

If any of you have read "A Million Little Pieces" you would absolutely love this book. I was captivated by it the entire time (note, this is very difficult for me to do)Not only was it a story about addiction, but as well as a piece of art, the imagery and wording is so poetic at times, and the voice of the authors paranoia really was dead on. I felt so emotionally attached to this book, I often found myself up late at night crying my eyes out at the end of many of his passages, I had marked up this book more than any other book In my collection so in other words.. I  would highly recommend this book. I want other suggestions of books that have had this type of emotional impact on you readers, please please please write back to this post I want your suggestions. Im running out of things to read.. 

I AM CRAVING EMOTIONALLY DRAINING BOOKS!

"Looking at the forty bags of crack on my bedspread, the most I have ever seen in one place. It makes me feel safer than I have felt all day. The bags look fuller, more jam-packed than usual, and the abundance, the dancing light outside the window, and the awareness that I will never leave this room sends a high through my system before I even light up. I lie down on the bed and drop the bags on my chest and face, one by one, and then all at once. It feels like an arrival. The end of a journey. Not just the panicked one of days and nights and weeks after relapsing, but the long one, the whole useless. I pull the curtains shut and pack a hit with one of the new stems and, more than ever before, let the crumbs scatter about. It won't matter. I won't see the end of this pile. There is no way I can survive this. I pack another hit. Another. And another. Happy has given me eight stems, and I load two more so I don't have to wait for the one to cool before I start the next. I inhale smoke nonstop for nearly an hour, naked and breathing more smoke than air. I am filled with smoke- warm, electric, big. I feel weightless in this dim room. I am almost nothing. I am, finally, about to be nothing."

S u n d a y i n s p i r a t i o n

If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall,then I think we would see the beauty then and stand staring in awe, at our still lives posed, like a bowl of oranges,like a story told, by the fault lines and the soil.

-Bright Eyes

Regine Chassagne

Honestly, I think she is one of the most beautiful and talented women alive. I'm ALWAYS inspired by her. Not just the music she helps to create, but the clothes that she wears, the things she has to say, and the aura she projects of power and beauty. Love her.

-Chantel